SUFFICIENT UNTO THE DAY
… Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBark Poet
Eyes in the dark, slitted and bold – thick pelt of russet
fur.
The lives of many up for grabs if it were up to her,
the open moorland not her friend
circuitous her route did wend
through scrub and long grass – colours blend
with the deep gold of moonlight.
The red moon held no fears for her, its coppery colour
matched
her own thick fur, in fact ‘twas as if they had been
colour batched
The west wind blew into her face
she moved with quiet stealthy grace
her eyes were on the prize and chase.
Across the lake they waited.
A moorhen clucked a warning sound – feathers ruffled in
fright
but with her hatchlings newly fledged was not inclined to
flight.
Tucked safe within their peat bog nest
they’d nought to fear from feral pest
who tonight had a different quest,
avoiding guns and roses.
The farm dogs tied by ropes and chains did not discern
her scent.
No warning bark was raised to warn the farm of her
intent.
The chooks were perched asleep at roost
not one of them had yet deduced
that cooked perchance now was their goose …
she struck with quick precision.
A muted cackle, feathers flew and sleepy chook eyes fluttered
before they had chance to react their pen was decluttered.
With victim clenched tight in her jaw
she scaled the fence – was free once more
and wraith like slunk across the moor.
Her own kits needed feeding.
And telling stories as I do, it’s time for the awakening
for all to realize that greed is our poor world now
shaking.
The fox may steal – but not for greed
she just has hungry mouths to feed
and never takes more than she needs.
And that’s my story ending.
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